Carrier Pigeon
Looking back, back at his mother
But she had vanished
Yeah, she was gone
Cast off amongst the shoppers
Right where she vanished
In aisles remote
In a universe with room to grow
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Try and find my way in the dark
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
But we can't even see who we are
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Drifting far from the harbour
Without a paddle
Without a prayer
Crying in outdoor furniture
Almost colliding
With shopping carts
When you're ready
When you're ready
When you're ready
When you're ready
In a bloated universe we're lost
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Try and find my way in the dark
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Try and find the keys to my car
And the world is tipping over
The salt of the earth is blowing in the solar wind
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Reunited once again
I love you son and I love you mother more
My plates are expired
I'm writing rubber checks in grocery stores
I drove all night and my eyes are tired
I bit my nails too quick before I reached your door
Ohhh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
(La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)
When I was 17 I had a beatific vision
That I flew away on the wings of a carrier pigeon
Out of stagnant humidity
Out of growing complacency
From a brackish pond to a raging sea
From a certainty to no guarantee
(La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)
I know you swam upstream for most of your life
Dodging the grizzlies
My sister and I
Thank you for all the sacrifice you made for us
But it's a different world than than the one you knew
And kids gotta do what they gotta do
And maybe there were things that were shitty about the old world too
Yeah, the old world (yeah, the old world)
Yeah, the old world, too (yeah, the old world, too)
Yeah, the old world, too (yeah, the old world, too)
And the old world too (yeah, the old world, too)
Yeah, the old world, too (yeah, the old world, too)
And the old world, too (and the old world, too)
Yeah, the old world (yeah, the old world)
Ah-ah-ah, uh
But she had vanished
Yeah, she was gone
Cast off amongst the shoppers
Right where she vanished
In aisles remote
In a universe with room to grow
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Try and find my way in the dark
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
But we can't even see who we are
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo
Drifting far from the harbour
Without a paddle
Without a prayer
Crying in outdoor furniture
Almost colliding
With shopping carts
When you're ready
When you're ready
When you're ready
When you're ready
In a bloated universe we're lost
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Try and find my way in the dark
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Try and find the keys to my car
And the world is tipping over
The salt of the earth is blowing in the solar wind
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Reunited once again
I love you son and I love you mother more
My plates are expired
I'm writing rubber checks in grocery stores
I drove all night and my eyes are tired
I bit my nails too quick before I reached your door
Ohhh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
(La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)
When I was 17 I had a beatific vision
That I flew away on the wings of a carrier pigeon
Out of stagnant humidity
Out of growing complacency
From a brackish pond to a raging sea
From a certainty to no guarantee
(La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)
I know you swam upstream for most of your life
Dodging the grizzlies
My sister and I
Thank you for all the sacrifice you made for us
But it's a different world than than the one you knew
And kids gotta do what they gotta do
And maybe there were things that were shitty about the old world too
Yeah, the old world (yeah, the old world)
Yeah, the old world, too (yeah, the old world, too)
Yeah, the old world, too (yeah, the old world, too)
And the old world too (yeah, the old world, too)
Yeah, the old world, too (yeah, the old world, too)
And the old world, too (and the old world, too)
Yeah, the old world (yeah, the old world)
Ah-ah-ah, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Jerry Schwarz, John Paul Pitts, Michael Mccleary, Lindsey Catherine Mills
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